Category: Inspirational

“One more, please?” Pedro cried out a prayer. He counted the small change he got from yesterday’s earnings. He still needed to meet his daily quota of cotton candy sales before he could start making any profits for the day.

The gloom oh his face brightened and he couldn’t help a smile broaden when two beautifully dressed girls approached him.

“Manong, can we get two cotton candies please?” the girl in a blue dress asked.

“Yes, of course, iha,” he replied.

“Teresa! Come inside the van, we’re about to leave,” a man’s voice shouted.

“Ah, sorry Manong. Time to go,” she apologized. “I’ll come back next week.”

The smile on Pedro’s face melted as he nodded hopefully at the girl.

Then, a lady carrying a baby from his side asked for half a dozen pieces.

“Thank you,” Pedro graciously whispered.

Some words to defineManong – a respectful way of addressing an older man like Mr. or Sir.Iha – local term to call a little girl

Her words pierced his soul. Giordwahn let her pass. Maihla stepped out of the altar in her mortal form and reached for Giordwahn’s hand. The former heiress of the Pwuluk tribe finally joined her beloved warlock.

Justin woke up longing. He recalled how his nights were full of passion for his wife. The memories felt like dreams of another lifetime away. Now, her side of the bed lay empty.

He got up and went to shower. There were traces of his wife’s presence there. Her robe, toothbrush, and perfumes were in place.

The phone rang, with his husky voice he replied, “Hello?”

“It’s me, I’m sorry.”

His memories of that night almost drowned his consciousness. He found his wife in the arms of another man, but his craving for her touch faded the anger from his heart and when he saw his empty bed, he felt the need to be with her again.

Jena became a beautiful and intelligent young lady who graduated Cum Laude in college. Her family brought her to a restaurant for a celebratory dinner.

When they were about to pay the bill, an old man approached them.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he said. This brought puzzlement on Jena and her parent’s faces. He showed her a bag with her name and picture.

“I remember you!” she surprisingly said.

“And I – you,” the man replied.

“I gave you that bag when I was just three one Sunday morning,” Jena fondly recalled.

“The wheel of compassionate time turned and I emerged from my former state, thanks to you. It’s my turn to repay the favor. You found me when I was homeless and your actions gave me hope. Here I am now, the owner of this restaurant.”

Bernard looked at himself in the mirror. It’s as if he just saw himself for the first time in years. Since he started his Medical Practice, he forgot how haggard he had become. It surprised him to see a reflection of what he thought was a determined and vigorous young doctor. Was this because of double shifts at the Hospital? The load of patients even at weekends? For what, the prize of a luxurious lifestyle?

He stepped back from the mirror, but, still saw the reflection of springtime from his eyes. He didn’t want this body.

“Daddy?” a small voice called him, “Could you take me to the park this weekend?” she continued hopefully.

It was his five year old daughter.

He stepped out of the bathroom and spoke gently, “From now on, daddy will spend more time with you sweety.”